Greetings internets! It is I, the Sultry Sultan, here to soften the strain of seeking out strikingly stunning song for the sordid, the sad, and the squalid. The album I have chosen to use for my ignoble debut is Hesitation Marks of the band, Trent Reznor and the Soggy Bottom Boys…or as the proletariat has…
Last week’s monthly netmeeting of the Someone Still Loves You Boris Yeltsin T-shirt Collectors Anonymous (SSLYBYTSCA) ended up being rather bittersweet. While the announcement that the new album, “Fly By Wire” would also be accompanied by 3 (three!) new t-shirt designs obviously sent hearts a-fluttering, nay racing, the news was tempered somewhat by the news…
HELLO INTERNET. The freshest tentacled physician in the Pacific Brocean is back in the exam room to scribe a review in the Infinite Tomes of the Moist Graffiti. For the uninitiated, The Weeknd a/k/a Toronto-native Abel Tesfaye of the Hydra Dreads commenced his ascension in 2010 via Youtube and the subsequent release of a Triforce…
In the moments that the Moist Graffiti writers are not lazing under our overpass, LARPing and indulging in mindless self abuse, we enjoying sampling the wares of the various live troubadours and minstrels that pass through the south Texas region. Here are some upcoming shows where we intend to send a scout from the Moist…
GREETINGS. I have returned from my subsurface slumber to commence the first second ever album review to appear on the Sacred Tablets of the Moist Graffiti. You may have heard of Franz Ferdinand during history class or bumping out of taco-sauce stained speakers in your best mate’s 1999 Honda Civic. For the troglodytes among us…
Fridays are awesome! I love Fridays!! Sneak out of work a bit early, beat the traffic on the way home, and get ready for Friday night!!! Friday night, have a few friends over for pre-gaming purposes. Crack open a six-pack of your favorite local craft brewer’s seasonal special – Summer IPA with a hint of…
HELLO INTERNET. Greetings and salutations from your most favorite erudite cephalopod. I don’t really know how this is supposed to go, so I fully intend to freestyle it like table-side guacamole or Operation Enduring Freedom. Ideally I will drop sixty thousand gallons of auditory acumen on you, the (un)suspecting public, with as much restraint as…
